“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a fair piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.
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